ArenaSnow

Best Damn Intro In Existence

This intro was so incredible I'm going to give you the best damn reply you'll ever see.

_{Welcome :)}

C R A W L

>They call me Flabnose the Turtleneck
>I'm a sexually perverse attack helecoptor
>I look like a long purple haired tentacle beast with bright pink eyes set in a fleshy blob of blue-spotted green skin wearing bondage linguini (yes, this is how it is spelled) and boasting sixteen nipples
>I am a nun

The Crow's Nest

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I'm not sure if you can find any of those lying around, but you're certainly welcomed to stop in for a chat!

Welcome to the Crow's Nest, ArenaSnow! How are you today? What is the weather like for you at this current point in time? How has your journey in search of souls been progressing thus far? And most importantly, what are you doing for Halloween?

@Crowe

> Doing better than worse
> Disgustingly sunny and far too bright, I thought this was the season for that wonderful dark and gloomy weather
> Excellently
> Doing the same boring ass work enjoyable stuff as I do about every other day of the year

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged and finding new faces ♡

Welcome back :)

The need that can't be killed...

Welcome :)

The Crow's Nest

I don't suppose I can stop in for a cup of soul?

NaNoWriMo Discussion

I don't write shit that fast. Even if I did, it would be complete garbage >.>

{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

@ArenaSnow I've actually spoken somewhat briefly with Hushed on the matter, and can confirm that she's no longer on board with the RP. A bit of a blow, and one I was hoping might be softened a bit by renewed recruiting.

@Alfhedil

That I knew. The excuse used in PM rather pissed me off, but that's neither here nor there now.

{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

You could always hop in where I'm at.

@Themerlinhawk. Oi. You. Yea, you. >.>

Finish the Sentence, Create a Story

There once was a man, who is well known in his city. His name was John but on weekends it was Britney. On Sundays, his name was Carl. The rest of the time, it was 'dumbass'. And he has two things that always accompany him, a list of names and a worn-out red marker. It would surprise you to know that, while it went against the expected function, the marker was not for writing on paper.

Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.